Someday

Chapter Fifteen

"God I don't want to be here" I whined straightening up the tie so that it won't feel like it was strangling me leaning on Mya's shoulder

"Well suck it up, you're here" she pushes my hands away, "and stop messing with that you look fine"

"God-"

"Would you stop using the lord's name in vain, we're in a church" she continued walking around looking at the stain glass that was around the cathedral, "I didn't know you are catholic, I always thought that you were an atheist."

"Why would you think that?"

"I don't know, it's the vibe that I get from you."

"Well join the club, my people think the same thing sometimes, and to answer your question I'm not an atheist. Like I said before, I am just not a church person."

"You should come to church with me someday."

"Yeah, no thank you. I don't want to be the only white person in a black church," saying that earned me a pinch under the arm. "Ow shit, cut that out."

"Don't be an ass!"

"Ah, you can't cuss because we're in church," I said mocking her.

"What I am trying to say is that maybe this church isn't the right one for you."

"Isn't all the churches the same?" I ask trying not to groan out loud when a overweight couple tried to squeeze their fat asses through the small space between the two seats.

"N-No," I tried not to laugh at the look of disgust on her face when she came face to face with the man's crotch. "Not all churches are the same. Some are very traditional with their teaching, some are very modern. Certain ones can be a bit closed minded about different topics, others are more open-minded."

"And which one is your church?"

"A little bit of all," she shrugged her shoulders as if she just said that the sky is blue. "It's just of like a multicultural church, but more black people than all race. We are just now getting comfortable with white people joining our church. Can't make jokes about them like we use to."

"Yeah," my eyes started to roam around keeping a watchful eye around my surroundings making sure that my mother doesn't pop up out of nowhere like she always does.

"What, or who, are you looking for?" she asks looking at the area that I am looking. "You don't have another ex-girlfriend that is attending this wedding do you."

"No, they weren't really fond of Harriett."

"Oh, but still who are you looking for?"

"I am just being a watch out for my mom."

"One of these days you are going to have to talk to them, stop being petty about this," she nudges my shoulder.

"Jesus Christ, how long do we have to wait to get this over with?" I say I guess a little too loud which earned a few glares my way, "can I help you?"

"Stop being rude!"

"I'm not being rude, they are just being nosy."

"Oh whatever," I look forward to see that the groom, the priest, and whoever else is suppose to be part of this wed- oh my God this dude has ten groomsmen, who the hell can afford are those groomsmen.

Three minutes, of my life that I am never going to get back, later the bride song thingy game on and we had to stand. Now I know why I didn't see my mother here because her and 'father' were going to walk Tiffany down the aisle. When I see that they were close to where I was sitting I look forward that way we didn't make eye contact. At the corner of my eye I see mother looking at me I guess waiting for me to make eye contact with her.